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My dear young maiden clingeth

Unbending fast and firm

To all the long held teaching

Of a mother ever true

As in vampires unmortal

Folk on the Theyses portal

Hey duck like do believe

But my Christine thou dost dally

And wilt my loving parry

Till I myself avenging

To a vampires health a drinking

Him toast in pale Tockay



And as softly thou art sleeping

To thee shall I come creeping

And thy lifes blood drain away

And so shalt thou be trembling

For thus shall I be kissing

And deaths threshold thou it be crossing

With fear in my cold arms

And last shall I thee question

Compared to such instruction

What are a mother's charms?



Heinrich August Ossenfelder (1746)

Metamorphoses of the vampire





The woman however, of her mouth of cutter,

While twisting as well as a snake on ember,

And kneading its centres on the iron of sound busc,

Let run these words all impregnated musk:

"Me, I have the wet lip, and I know science

To lose at the bottom of a bed the antique conscience.

I dry all the tears on my triumphing centres,

And make laugh the old men of the laughter of the children.

I replace, for whom see me naked and without veils,

The moon, sun, sky and stars!

I am, my dear scientist, if learned with Pleasures,

When I choke a man in my dreaded arms,

Or when I give up with the bites my bust,

Shy person and libertine, and fragile and robust,

That on these mattresses which pâment of agitation,

The impotent angels are damneraient for me! "



When it had my bones sucked all marrow,

And that languissamment I turned to it

To return a kiss of love to him, I do not live any more

How one in addition to with the sticky sides, very full with pus!

I closed the two eyes, in my cold terror,

And when I reopened them with alive clearness,

At my sides, the powerful mannequin

Who seemed to have made provision of blood,

Trembled confusedly of the remains of skeleton,

Who of themselves returned the cry of a wind vane

Or of a sign, at the end of an iron rod,

What balances the wind during the nights of winter.

long ago

just like the hearse you die to get in again

we are so far from you

burning on just like the match you strike to incinerate

the lives of everyone you know

and what's the worst you take

from every heart you break

and like the blade you stain

well i've been holding on tonight



what's the worst that i can say?

things are better if i stay

so long and goodnight

so long and goodnight



came a time when every star falls

brought you to tears again

we are the very hurt you sold

and what's the worst you take

from every heart you break

and like the blade you stain

well i've been holding on tonight



whats the worst that i can say

things are better if i stay

so long and goodnight

so long and goodnight

and if you carry on this way

things are better if i stay

so long and goodnight

so long and goodnight



can you hear me?

are you near me?

can we pretend to leave and then

we'll meet again when both our cars collide



what's the worst that i can

things are better if i stay

so long and goodnight

so long and goodnight

and if you carry on this way

things are better if i stay

so long and goodnight

so long and goodnight

Im not afraid to die,

It's the thought of being dead,

I'm not afraid to die,

It's just the thought I dread.

I'm not afraid to die,

It's the thoght of being gone,

I'm not afraid to die,

But who will carry on?